Y-Yes?

"I c-can, yes?" There's a weird sensation right at the bottom of your throat; it has a kind of tickle to it dissimilar to feeling something being stuck that far down. The feeling of restricting air in a complicated manner like this is weird and foreign to you but still feels innately familiar, like trying to ride a bike after having a leg cast for a long time. The words themselves are second-nature but are unfathomably confusing; questions like what they mean, why they mean anything, and how they are allowed to react with each other, all ideas one would learn and gradually begin to question throughout many early years of his life, all impact your mind as it tries to rationalize this alien act of talking.

The thoughts are plentiful but brief, discarded out of necessity, for attempting to give every little thought a true philosophical discussion would be tedious and ineffective at this point. "Yes. I can talk. Common, tongue." The voice itself is deep but very feminine. Every word may be slow and deliberate out of getting used to the language, but in your voice it gives every sound a seducing, passionate edge to it. Your sentences take time but are never staggered; each enunciation flows beautifully with the next to form a clean, respectful, but erotic style of speaking.

Uldar chimes in right after you finish talking, obviously eager to get his opinion in. "Not well, it seems. The other vampires know how to speak it far better than you. It isn't good to look so human but talk as if you were some goblin." His voice has a sternness to it, despite it not being that masculine. Every word sounds deliberate too, but they come out much faster and with far more confidence than how you talk. Every sentence pricks its way into your ears with enough speed to wedge itself into any dialogue and sharpness to make an impact, good or bad. Despite sounding firm, it sounds a tad old as well, not in terms of weakness, but rather the throat sounds worn and reflects it into the speech noticeably but not destructively. It's admirable how fluent he is at the art of conversation, but he still sounds, annoying.

After some walking, Uldar walks you over to a wooden door, the first you've ever seen. He opens it and casually tosses you inside. "If you can talk by yourself, then you can dress yourself too." He slams the door shut, leaving you alone in the cramped area. It is lit dimly with a mere candle and furnished only with some kind of dresser hidden in the corner.